Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Monks,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.